1. My brother received THE creepiest phone call
“I was working at a hotel in Albuquerque, the graveyard shift. I had been talking to the security guard and he asked if he could get a ride home, so instead of waiting for 30 minutes for my shift to end I just left and left a note for my boss that said I left early because my brother was stranded outside of town and needed me to get him. (Total lie on my part but I needed a good excuse to leave early.)
I drop off the security guard at his place then go home and go to sleep. A couple of hours of sleep and I wake up to my phone ringing. It was my brother. he tells me he is stranded outside of town and he needs me to go get him.
I tell my brother the lie I told my boss and how much of a coincidence his calling me is. He says that’s not weird he will show me what’s weird when I get there.
I get there and ask him what is weird. He puts his phone up to my ear and plays a message that he got when he woke up that morning. It’s a voice that kinda sounded computerized but mostly just creepy sounding.
It says: YOU’RE STUCK Freaked us both out. Never figured out where the call came from. Strangest creepiest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.” — Waldo_where_am_I
2. I regularly saw a ghost girl that was pink and see through
“The house I grew up in was about 100 years old by the time my parents bought it. I lived there until I was 16. For as long as I can remember, I saw what I described as ‘a girl that was pink and see through.’ I always called her Pam. It’s been 10 years since I lived in that house and I still remember her vividly. My dad got a bit weirded out when I would talk about Pam and finally when I was 13, my mom put me in therapy because Pam was still something I brought up regularly. In order to stop my parents from thinking I was crazy, I just stopped talking about Pam completely and went on with life. That was until my parents decided to put the house up for sale when I was 16.
Just two weeks before moving into our new house, I was sleeping, but was woken up by Pam standing in my doorway and pointing into the bathroom that was directly across the hall. All Pam said was ‘look, my mom.’ And when I looked to see who she was pointing at, I saw a woman hanging by a cord from the light fixture in the bathroom.
I remember the woman looked as though she had been hanging there for a while, when all of a sudden the woman’s boot fell off and I abruptly woke up. I ran into my parents room to tell them what happened, and my mom looked at me disappointed because I was taking about Pam again after having kept quiet about her for years. I concluded that it was just a bad dream and went back to bed with no other incidences.
Until a few days later. I was once again asleep, and dreaming that I was woken up by crying coming from the bathroom across the hall. I got out of bed and walked over to see what was going on.
At that point, I saw the same woman that was hanging from the bathroom light fixture, sobbing and holding a very real little girl under the water in the bathtub. It was then that I realized that the little girl was the little pink see through girl I had seen my entire life. It was Pam. And she was not moving.
I immediately woke up and I was crying uncontrollably. I was 16 years old, and I ran into my parents room like a 5 year old, and jumped into bed with my mom (my dad was working at the time). I told my mom what had happened and my mom could see how upset I was and was trying to calm me down. At that same moment, the pink and transparent version of Pam walked through the door.
I looked at my mom and just whispered, ‘oh my god mom. She’s in here’ and I pulled the covers up to my neck and just looked at my mom terrified. My mom was speechless. At that point, Pam slowly walked up the side of the bed and began shoving me into my mom. I had never been touched by Pam before. I was screaming and crying and kept yelling ‘STOP TOUCHING ME!’
And all that my mom could reply was ‘I’m not touching you!’ As she was being pushed out of the other side of the bed. After what seemed like forever, Pam stopped and slowly walked out of the room. I cried myself to sleep, and my mom stayed awake to see what else would happen.
I never spent another night in that house. But, two weeks after we moved out completely, the house caught fire. The entire back side as well as the entire garage burnt. The official cause was ‘spontaneous combustion.’ The house that my family lived in for 25 years has since been bought and sold 8 times within 10 years. No one wants to stay in that house, and I really think that Pam is the reason why.” — Philly920
3. I swear I saw my father — when he wasn’t really there
“I live in a condominium and we own two apartments on the 7th and 8th floor. The only way to move in between them is to step out of the apartment, take the elevator or the staircase and enter the other one.
One night, we ran out of ice-cream upstairs and my mom told me to go get some from the downstairs freezer, so I took the keys to the 7th floor’s apartment and since it was dinner time, no one was there. I walked into the pitch dark and realized that someone was sitting on the sofa so i flipped the switch to see my dad just sitting there. It was kinda weird, but I just went to get the ice-cream and asked if he had a key to lock up. No answer.
I shrugged and thought, ‘Well if he came in and locked the door behind him, he must have one.’ Went back upstairs and my dad was sitting there eating dinner. I freaked out and asked how the heck did he get up here so fast and everyone told me that he’s been here all this time. Told them it wasn’t possible cause I just saw him downstairs but no one believed me. Now I never go down there alone.” — ZayYarHtun
4. An elderly woman suddenly appeared in my sister’s room
“I was home alone for a weekend a few years ago while I was still in high school. After school one day I was driving home, and when I passed in front of my house I thought I saw some old lady in white clothes in my sister’s room looking through the window. I thought it was stupid, so I went in the room to check out what it actually was, but I couldn’t find anything. I pretty much forgot about it until later that night I got a call from a very panicked and scared neighbor saying there was some old lady pacing back and forth in my sister’s room. I still have no idea what it was, and I’ve never seen anything like it since.” — TylerTimoj
5. My mother dreamt about a car accident that actually happened
“My parents had been married for maybe a month. They were in bed sound asleep when all of a sudden, my mom jumps up and wakes up my dad. ‘Jimmy! Jimmy! There’s blood everywhere! We have to help them! Please!’ My dad tried his best to calm her down and figure out what she was talking about. My mom had explained that she saw a car with a German license plate on the side of the road. That there had been an accident and they needed help. My dad tried to console her…to explain that it was all just a bad dream, but she wasn’t having it. So to appease her, they got in the car and drove to the spot my mom thought the accident was. And sure enough, at the exact spot my mom said, there was a car on the side of the road with German plates and emergency flashers on. Upon closer investigation, there was nobody in the car. If they needed help, help had already come.” — foundedHartford
6. We heard a ghost typing on our keyboard
“In my childhood home I would often hear touch typing coming from the computer downstairs early in the mornings. I didn’t think much of it at first – my parents worked from home and it wouldn’t be uncommon to wake up in the morning to hear Mum typing away at the computer.
One day I got up and called out to Mum assuming she was down there working as I could hear typing. No answer. No one was down there at all. I was sure I heard typing. This began happening regularly. I figured I was so used to hearing typing from downstairs that I was hearing things that weren’t there, so I didn’t mention anything to anyone figuring I was going a bit crazy.
This happened on and off over a period of 6 months. The sound of fast typing and fast, furious clicking of a mouse as if someone was frustrated.
One morning I was eating my breakfast when I heard Mum at the top of the stairs call out to me, ‘You’re not down there on that computer already?!’ I froze and ran out to her. I was amazed she had heard it too; she was convinced she could hear typing, yet no one was down there. I told her about all the times I’d been hearing it and then my sister opened up about hearing it regularly too when no one was down there. I wasn’t crazy after all.
I set out to try catch whatever was causing it and to try discover a rational explanation for it. I’d sprint out of my bedroom, to the top of the stairs where I was able to look down into the room to see if anyone was at the computer. No such luck; every time I got there it stopped.
I think it went on for a couple of years and we learnt just to kind of live with it as it wasn’t every day.
I was down there once when the ceiling light globe in the center of the room began flashing very fast, strobe-like. It then exploded and glass went shattering all across the room. I was lucky I ran out of the room when it started happening because I was scared (the whole mysterious typing, you know). If I hadn’t ran I would’ve been hit with bits of light bulb.
Around that same time I was on the computer at home by myself when something happened that resulted in me never being alone in that room again. I felt and heard this really sharp intake of breath directly behind my right shoulder near my ear. I’ve never ran so fast in my life and was hesitant going in that room ever again. Prior to that, the whole typing thing had just been something weird and a bit spooky – not scary. Still makes my heart race when I think about it today.
Have never really encountered anything like this before or since all those events. I don’t particularly believe ghosts either but I’m open to the possibilities of ‘something’ in which scientists don’t have a proper explanation for yet.” — Maccas75
7. I teleported through space and time
“I was in first grade, hanging out at recess with a friend. He was shooting some hoops outside and I was playing DS, sitting on the pavement. I remember him asking me if he could make a shot from half way across the court. I told him he could try but he probably wouldn’t make it while looking at my DS. Suddenly, my dad asks me what I mean, and when I look up I’m sitting on my living room carpet, talking to my dad, and it’s dark out. I was sitting in the same position, playing the same game, same level, and same exact spot in the level. Everything continued normally that night, and I didn’t tell anyone at the time, but looking back it is really freaky. I thought it was a dream for the longest time, but thinking about it it didn’t really feel like a dream, and I don’t really remember dreams that well.” — RedGiant925
8. I lived inside of an actual haunted house
“Pretty sure I lived in a haunted house for awhile. Strange things.
For one I always felt like I was being watched in my room, and if I had the door open to the hallway I would SWEAR I’d see someone walk by out of the corner of my eye.
We had two cats and someones they’d be in my room sleeping and then all of a sudden they would sit bolt up and stare at the door, and nothing I did could move them for a long time. This happened often.
One day in my bathroom the shelf that had my sister’s beauty stuff randomly lose hold of all of the items. The thing was the shelf wasn’t lose or hanging and all the stuff had to bounce out of a two inch high lip into the sink.
One time in the middle of the night my sister’s 100+ year old dresser she got as a gift from our grandma just ‘fell’ over. This thing weighed a ton and it was built like a tank. Sister said she heard the sound of someone pushing.
Mom and sister used to yell at me for sneaking around the house… only I wasn’t home or I was in my room. They said they saw a man in shadows that was about my height.
One day we also ran into the old owner and my Mom casually asked the lady if she had ever experienced anything in the house. The lady started crying and said no one believed her but yes, she experienced a lot of stuff.
I moved out around that time. I do not miss that place.” — UCMCoyote
9. A car malfunction magically saved my life
“In 2002 I lived in the east SF bay area with my husband, and two toddlers. I was grieving over the sudden death of my mother a month before. She’d had at major heart attack and died at 52 years of age. On an average day, I left my babies at home with my husband to run a quick errand by myself. I drove a block over through downtown Hayward to hit up the grocery store. I was on my way home and stopped at a red light waiting to make a left turn. The intersection had all blind corners so it was difficult to see oncoming cars. My light turned green I glanced both ways waited the appropriate second and stepped on the gas pedal… It would not move. I tried again, nothing. The car behind me honked. I looked down under my pedals quickly to see if something had possibly rolled under the pedal and found nothing. I looked up and suddenly a huge work truck loaded down with equipment ran (his) red light at what must’ve been 50mph. I was stunned. I gasped, quickly pulled myself together, stepped on the gas pedal and it worked with no hesitation. Suddenly I smelled my mother’s favorite perfume… Really amazing experience.” — Jilly76
10. We saw a light grey mass that terrified out horses
“My family owns a decent sized horse boarding facility, and when we first had it going we used to do bed check as a family. Bed check is just making sure all the lights and fans were off as well as looking at the horses for injuries and if they had blankets during the winter. Well we had just got back from eating out and it was a moonless night during fall. As we stepped out of the truck this large light gray mass stood up and took off loping towards our pastures. It was about the size of a single cab pick up truck. It made no noises other than it hitting the ground as it ran. The only other proof that it was real to us was the horses that were turned out that night screamed and stampeded across the pasture it had jumped into. We did a double count of all the horses that night and not a single one was missing. I still have yet to see it again, and I hope I never do or at least there is some explanation for it.” — Volcacius
11. An unknown creature hid inside of the attic
“There was a small door that led to attic space in my bedroom (11 yrs old to 13) and it became habit that I would shut the door as I walked into my bedroom a couple times a week. I didn’t think anything of it, just assumed my mom didn’t close it all the way when she left it.
After a while I made the mistake of joking with her when she made a comment about me not picking up after myself, I said something like ‘every night I have to close the attic door behind you, how about you shut it all the way when you’re done?’ She then informed me that she hasn’t been in the attic in months. Asked my brother… nope. Asked my father… nope. So then I started to pay really close attention to it. Making sure it was closed in the morning, checking it after school, checking blaster dinner. Then head up to bed and… open.
After a couple months of wondering, studying, experimenting, I thought I’d see what happens if I just don’t shut it. Opened the door before school and checked it after school, still open. Checked it after dinner, still open. Before bed, still open. Now I’m laying in bed, mind going crazy with the open door across the room. Decide to check it out so I roll over and focus on the black space into the attic… to see a face staring back at me. Bolt downstairs, wake parents, get ridiculed by brother, switch bedrooms w brother, move into new house about 6 months later (due to expanding household). New physics teacher and his wife bought our house.
I could’ve forgotten all about that event and chalked it up to me having an over-active mind. But then my senior year I discovered how awesome our physics teacher was. Became my favorite class and by far, my favorite teacher. End of senior year my friend and I took our VHS camcorder around town, doing mostly silly things, but then took it to my old house to see what they’ve done with the place. We got a very fun tour, I got to tell stories about all the projects my dad did that were still part of the house.
Then the wife leads us upstairs to show us the sewing room. I ask (jokingly), ‘Notice anything strange in this room?’ and her face goes blank. On camera, she asks what I mean and I try to shrug it off but end up saying something about the attic door. She confirmed that every time she comes up to sew, the attic door is open. She then tells us that the second day of being in the house, their dog (German Shepherd) had gone into the room but would not go back downstairs. He started barking and could not be consoled, and then jumped through the window, landing on the tin roof over the porch and then running off. The dog did not come back until the next day and has not stepped foot into the hallway that leads upstairs since.
I had the initial thought that I could show my parents and brother the story I had on film but I decided to just let it be.” — nocatsonmelmac
12. My mp3 player made disturbing sounds that scared me half to death
“Seven years ago I lived in a two story farm house. It was was built in 1908 and was both large and old. I was packing clothes and putting them in a small unused bedroom. I was wearing my MP3 player and [the last time I checked] it showed three fourths battery life.
I was on my fourth [or so] trip and was hauling a load of shirts on hangers. It occurred to me the closet was empty too, ‘Perfect, I’ll just hang ’em back up in there.’ This closet was almost a second room. It had a short glossy wooden door. The area of was thrice as long as wide, with hardwood floors. The lacquer still smelled, even though I’m sure it was fresh a hundred years ago. I ducked fully inside and thought, ‘This is a weird little place to be.’ Suddenly, the music doubled in volume and changed to something that WASN’T music. It was like … I don’t even know… rapid nonsense. Fast electronic babbling. It scared the entire FUCK out of me. I flew straight out, looked at my player and it was dead.
I’m a pretty rational guy, that mp3 player would sometimes show more battery life than it actually had, it’s done that before. And maybe the sounds were some sort of malfunction before shutting down. I don’t really believe in ghosts, but I’m telling you… it shocked and frightened me to the core. My skin felt electric for an hour after. I never felt comfortable in that room again.” — rickreflex
13. The light turned on — even though the electricity in the house didn’t work
“I used to work doing maintenance at historic properties. There was a historic house museum I worked at when it wasn’t open to the public. It was part of a whole landmark site, there was a visitor’s center with offices and then the house was about half a mile up a dirt road in a wooded area. Sometimes I worked with a crew, but there were a lot of times I was there alone. One winter day, when it was really cloudy and dark, I was working alone to get ready to replace some electric work on the exterior of the house. I went inside and turned off the circuit to the whole property, and I tested it. It was off. I locked the doors and went outside to work. After about an hour, I got down from my ladder and started walking around the house and then one of the lights inside the house TURNED ON. I started to freak out, but thought that maybe someone was playing a joke on me… I called the visitor’s center on my walkie-talkie, and confirmed that the only other person who was working that day was still there and hadn’t left, and that all the keys to the house were present and accounted for. That’s when I freaked out and ran the half mile up to the office. I made my coworker come back with me to check out what was going on, but when we got to the house, the light was off again- but the bulb was still warm. All the doors were still locked and the circuit was still off. Still gives me shivers to this day.” —
14. Someone slashed our new house with a blade
“My ex wife and I bought an older house, 1930’s. We were renovating and had put some baseboards into the basement, painted them and left them to dry overnight. We looked at them the next morning and it looked like someone had taken a sharp knife and dug it in down the entire length of two of the baseboards, almost 8 feet each. The ‘blade’ had gouged through the new paint, old paint, primer and right down to the wood. It was just the two of us in the house.” — dBasement
15. My ex-girlfriend disappeared into thin air
“I used to date a girl in college who lived 3 hours away. We would trade weekends – one at her school, one at my school. One day she got upset because she had driven all the way to see me and I was in an all-night study session (which she had known about) and couldn’t be home to see her. She texted me that she was going back to her place and then I never heard anything from her ever again.
After 3 days of texting her trying to make sure she was okay, the texts started coming back as ‘number not found.’ I sent her the stuff she’d left at my apartment in the mail and it returned as ‘no forwarding address.’ Her instant messenger account (which I never messaged, but knew the name of) disconnected.
And it gets weirder. I called her apartment land line and was told the people who had lived there had moved out (she had 3 roommates) and didn’t leave a number as to where they went. I got really freaked out and asked friends who worked in school admin to pull some strings, just to make sure she was alive. The school she was at didn’t have any records of her as a student.
The license plate to her car wasn’t registered to anyone. None of our mutual friends ever saw her again. I called the police, but there were no car accidents involving anyone who fit her description in the stretch of road between our two schools that night, or in the two weeks after (I didn’t ask for a longer time frame because at that point she was already missing). Cops wouldn’t file a missing person because I wasn’t a family member.
To this day I have no idea what happened, why she freaked out on me so bad, or if she’s still alive or in witness protection or was erased from all time by an evil wizard. She literally disappeared without a trace.” — Kahzgul
16. We found mannequins that moved all on their own
“I posted this a long time ago but when I was younger my mom was dating this guy (who we will call JB) and after a few months he invited my mom, me, and my brother to go with him and his son (about my age) out to his lake house for the weekend. It was right on Lake Michigan but up in a more secluded area which was pretty awesome. Well we got up there and for one I already felt really creeped out. It was a smaller two (maybe 3 if you count the really big attic) story house that had the living room/dining room/kitchen on the first floor and had 2 bedrooms on the second floor.
His grandfather had helped to build the place with his (the grand fathers) dad and then he lived their for most of his life working as a tailor in the nearby town. We went up to the attic to get some beach toys because that’s where JB kept all of that stuff so he didn’t have to haul it every time he went out there. Well when we went up to the attic I noticed in the corner covered in some dust and cobwebs about 8 mannequins, some just upper torsos and some full body. Not to out of the ordinary considering a tailor had lived there.
Me and JB’s son slept down in the living room on the couch since there were no more beds, and near midnightish I heard on of the stairs squeak a few times. Figuring it was my mom coming to check to make sure we were asleep I told his son to be quiet and quickly turned the TV off and hid under the covers. After not hearing any noise for a few minutes I looked out from under the covers and saw three of the mannequins moving around in the kitchen. Like their body parts weren’t moving but they were sliding around the kitchen.
I swore I was dreaming but was so terribly frightened I hid back under the covers with a small yelp and then heard the dragging on the floor coming closer and peaked out seeing one of them just a few feet from the couch. I hid back under the covers and shut my eyes tight hoping it would go away.
The next morning I got up and tried not to think about it, really really hoping it was just a bad dream but when we went back up to the attic to put the beach stuff back the mannequins were in different spots and weren’t covered in cob webs any more… Don’t believe me if you don’t want to but it happened and I’ve been scared shitless of mannequins ever since.” — Nexaz
17. I saw a terrifying creature inside of my own home
“I was going to make a throwaway but what the hell, I’ll take the risk of looking like a totally insane person. No one is going to believe me anyway.
This happened when I was 17. I’m 32 now. I graduated high school and got my first apartment. Nice town. Lived by myself other than my cat. Snowball. Don’t laugh, I named her when I was 8 years old.
A few details before we get started.
I’ve never been a fan of cat boxes. Worst part of being a cat owner, shoveling tiny shit, with a tiny shovel, every day. So I got one of those motion activated self scooping deals. Left it on the back patio , ran the cord inside to power it, and left the back sliding door open big enough for her to get in and out. 5-6 inches. The patio was one of those 8×8 cement floored types, surrounded by a 5 foot tall wooden fence.
If you looked out from my bedroom door, you’d be facing right at the sliding door with hanging blinds, living room in between, kitchen that was off to the right.
So I’m playing some 56k Counter-strike at the computer in my room with my back facing the door. It’s about midnight/1 am.
I hear Snowball start to make one of those awful cat growling/Rrrrr noises in the back of her throat. I’m pretty locked in to the game so I tell her to knock it off, not looking at her.
She keeps doing it. I tell her to shut up, I’m irritated because I’m doing well in the round.
She gets loud. This is enough to break my from my gaming zone-out and I realize this is not normal. I get up from my computer to see her standing in the doorway facing out, her back to me. She is in full on Halloween cat mode. Hair sticking straight out, her back is completely arched, she looks TENSE. I’d never seen her that way. She is still just going crazy. ‘RRRROOOOOOOOOWWWRRRR.’
I look out into the living room where she is facing. Nothing is amiss. There is nothing there. I look down at her to say something to the effect of ‘What’s the matter?’
She makes this insane sound. Like a combination of a hiss/growl/spit and she starts to take a few steps backwards.
That is when a tiny creature, runs out of the fucking kitchen. On two legs, wearing a tattered piece of cloth or a bag, it looked like a little cloak. It’s maybe a foot/foot and a half tall.
It’s a real life fucking jump scare. The cat jumps backwards about 3 feet in the air, I jump. I glance down at her as she does this but quickly look back up. I hear her land with a crash behind me and run. I am fixated on the thing. It is moving but it’s like time has slowed down. I am watching these things happen but everything is so fast.
It runs out the back door through the blinds with a crash at speeds that don’t even seem natural. The blinds are swinging. My heart is pounding. I stand there dumbfounded. What the hell did I just see?
I’m staring at the back patio door, at the swinging blinds. I’m not moving. My eyes start to notice that something is wrong. All the blinds are softly swinging except the two closest to the opening. I see they’re making an inverted V. I look at them and follow them down to the very bottom and between them I see it.
It’s head is poking through the blinds staring at me. It has yellow eyes, and a face that I can only describe as bestial. Grey, greenish, blackish skin.
At this point a singular loud thought fills my mind.
‘YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS.’ And at the conclusion of that thought. Every one of the hanging blinds shoots upward and outward. I jump again and my heart tries to blast out of my chest like I’m fucking Cape Canaveral. Some of them hitting the ceiling. A few fall off. It’s a loud racket. The rest are swinging all over the place.
I look at the place where it’s face was and it’s gone.
I beeline for the kitchen. Refrigerator door is open. I open a drawer and grab the biggest knife I see. I am shaking. Adrenaline like I have never experienced before.
I rush to the sliding door and slam it shut.
It won’t close. I open it a bit and slam it back shut. Still won’t close. WHAT THE FUCK.
I am completely stupid. The cat box cord. I crouch down, brandishing this knife like a complete idiot looking out the glass door waiting for this thing to launch at my face. I’m shaking. I reach across myself with my left hand to the power plug on the wall to the right as I stare out, waiting to stab anything that approaches. I fumble to get it unplugged, my hands won’t do anything right. I finally get the cord unplugged and I open the door real quick to throw the cord outside. I throw it like a spaz and it hits the wall and the side of the door and falls down. Still inside. Fuck.
I pick it up and try again this time it lands outside. I hear a scratching sound and my eyes dart up.
I see two tiny awful fucking hands holding on to the fence. Clawed, gnarly… HUMANOID hands. This fucking thing climbed down feet first, hanging from the fence. It would have been slightly comical if it wasn’t so fucking terrifying. The hands let go and I hear it land in the bushes outside the fence and I hear fast footsteps as it runs off.
I slam the door shut and lock it.
This is completely true.
I’ve heard it all. It was a raccoon. It was a cat with the mange trapped in a paper bag. It was not either of those things. After the event I started researching like a mad man. Closest thing I found was in a book I found at the library called ‘Faeries’ which is like an artbook featuring all the different types of Irish folk creatures.
I don’t live in Ireland. I live in the US on the west coast.
You don’t believe this story and I don’t blame you. It sounds ridiculous. You probably shouldn’t believe it. I hate bullshit paranormal stories. Believe it or not, I am a skeptic. I believe all people that have experienced something strange or believe in the paranormal should be a skeptic. I enjoy debunking paranormal videos and pictures. I want the truth.
Was I hallucinating? It’s entirely possible I had an extreme and sudden hallucination. It’s not unheard of.
This event had a huge impact on my life and completely affected the way I view the world, the paranormal, religion. Everything.” — stickimage
18. A ghost in New Orleans shattered her phone
“This wasn’t me, but I saw it happen and it made me question my non-belief of the supernatural.
Last time I was in New Orleans, I took a couple friends to the Marie Laveau Voodoo Museum, which my friend Jessica was not too impressed by. Later that day we were walking back to the airBNB apartment we had rented and wandered past a house that had one of those historic location plaques on it. Turns out that house had been Marie Laveau’s father’s house. As we’re all standing out front of this house, Jessica is complaining about how shitty she thought the museum was and her brand new Galaxy S5 went flying out of her hands and landed a good 5 feet away, totally destroyed. I was looking right at her when it happened – she didn’t trip, she wasn’t wildly throwing her arms around. There was no explanation for why her phone would have taken a leap like that. Also, it wasn’t just a little scratched up like it had been dropped. It looked like it had exploded from within.” — Shark-Farts
19. Someone broke into our house — and then disappeared
“When I was little, I would go over to my grandparent’s house frequently with my sister and cousins. My grandparents have an attached mother-in-law apartment, so we always played in there while the grown-ups would talk in the main house. One day we were playing hot and cold with a little key we found in the apartment. While one person was hiding it, they accidentally dropped it and it fell under the door to the basement. I opened the door to get it and when I did, there was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs that I didn’t recognize. He had a bunch of stuff in his arms, like he had rummaged through my grandparent’s basement. (Keep in mind, my grandparents were hoarders, their basement was full of stuff that they either forgot about or put in storage, some of it being relatively valuable). When he saw me, he yelled at me: ‘GO BACK UPSTAIRS, KID! GO!’
I was so freaked out, I bolted and immediately ran into the main house to tell my parents. My dad went into the basement to look, but couldn’t find anyone. To this day they all tell me I imagined it, but my sister and cousins insist it’s real too. About 5 years later, both of my grandparents passed away, so I was helping my dad clean out their basement. Turns out they were missing a ton of stuff. I haven’t gone back in that house since.” — rmb041
20. A ghost haunted our house for years
“Family moved in to an old house (200+ years) when I was 10. Uncle (weird guy) was going to help us move in and when we got inside the house he got all weird and left. Always avoided coming for birthdays etc. We always joked he saw a ghost and for some reason we nicknamed the ghost Billy. When my little sister started talking she would say really weird things, like asking if we can shut her door at night so she doesn’t have to see the boy walking down the hallway. Fucking creepy. Anyways we thought she was also just being a big weirdo, so we continued to have this Billy the Ghost joke. Something would get misplaced ‘must be Billy’ yadda yadda. A few years later we ripped up the flooring because we wanted to go back to the original hard wood that had been covered up forever ago by old owners, and if you know anything about old houses you know they used to insulate the floor with newspaper when newspaper just became a thing. Decided to read some articles for fun, some talking about the first ever refrigerators, really cool things like that. Until we got to the creepy part, a mentally challenged boy named Billy who lived in our home, died while playing outside of it.
I saw a lot of shit growing up in that house but I’m not a huge ghost believer. The newspaper was a fucking creepy coincidence though, given that for years we had an ongoing Billy the Ghost joke. Uncle also ended up telling us years later that when he pulled into the driveway and was outside of the house he just got this awful feeling.” — partyc4t
21. An invisible presence spoke with my voice
“I was once sitting on the couch with my boyfriend, and heard the words, ‘I love you.’ And then my boyfriend goes: ‘I love you too.’ I was so utterly confused, I wasn’t the one who said, ‘I love you.’ My mouth was shut. I remember hearing and feeling the vibrations of words and sound being produced, but I wasn’t the one who did it, and he wasn’t either. It sounded like a feminine voice. It sounded like it came from right in front of my face, but no one was outside the window or in the room with us. It was creepy as hell. I still think about it.” — TenderNippleBender
22. I woke up with bruises on my neck
“I was staying at my aunt’s house in Mexico. My cousin’s room had two beds so I slept in there. I remember not being able to sleep well and I had a bit of pain coming from my thighs. I had sweatpants on and somehow had scratches on my inner thighs. Almost like a bunch of cat scratches. My aunt came in and searched the bed for anything but never found anything that could’ve scratched me. She also noticed that I had a bit of bruising on my neck, as if someone had tried to choke me. It was just me and my cousin… definitely freaked me out and I rarely ever go visit my aunt anymore. If I do, I stay for a few minutes only.” — tamingmoon
23. My mother had a dream that saved our entire family
“So a few years back, probably 6-7 years, my family was living in our previous home. This was our second house in we had in Ohio, the first house was about to streets over from our second house. Well one night my mom woke me up and was acting really panicked. She grabbed my brother, who was probably 5 at the time, and told me to go outside. It was about 4 in the morning, and once we all got outside my dad tried to calm my mom down. He asked her what was wrong, and she had explained that she had a dream that we were all gonna die from carbon monoxide poisoning if we stayed in the house. Then my dad told her that all the detectors were working perfectly fine and we decided to go back inside. We didn’t smell anything nor did the detectors go off, so we went to bed.
The next day my mom was watching the morning news before we went to school. The first story for the day was that a local family was rushed out of their home because of a carbon monoxide leak in there home. Which could have been just coincidence, but then the news station showed the house. It was our old house that we just moved out of.” — redraven1978
24. A gut feeling saved me from a severe beating
“When I was in uni I lived by myself, it was a nice little studio unit behind a house in a fairly decent area. I would honestly think nothing of walking places at night, there was a 24 hour MacDonald’s and a 7 eleven that I would walk to, often between 12am to 3am since I was a massive night owl.
Well one day after finishing an essay at about 2 in the morning I decided I was hungry but didn’t really have anything easy to cook so I decided to walk down to the 7 eleven and grab a pie or something. However as soon as I opened my door I was overcome by a suffocating feeling of fear, my heart started pounding, I started shaking, the works. Telling myself that this was ridiculous I walked out to the street with the intent to still go but that was as far as I got. I was terrified for no reason that I could understand, but no less intensely despite that. I ran back inside and ate dry cereal.
Later the next day I heard about a group of drunk guys that were causing havoc down near the intersection at the 7 eleven, they’d beaten up someone from my uni. Even though I can’t explain it, I’m convinced something bad would have happened to me that night if I had ignored that feeling and gone anyway.” — vivian_lake
25. I woke up with cuts across my body
“Sometimes when I go to bed, I wake up with deep line cuts on my body. Each time on different spots: on my neck, leg, arm. See dried blood around the wound and on my sheets.
Still don’t know what the hell happened. It’s only my bed and my sheets…and my nails are cut short mostly. I don’t sleep walk.” — acctstud
26. My dead dog slept in bed with me
“When I was 6 years old, I had a cat named Buster. Buster was actually my step-dad’s cat, but because I never had a cat before, I claimed him as my own. Suffice it to say, Buster didn’t like being hugged and coddled all the time by a little child, so he hated me. He avoided me at all costs. He was also an outdoor cat, so he would often spend most days outside and then come in for the night.
One night, Buster didn’t come back in the house. We usually fed him at night, so I was worried. Our area was also well-known for an abundance of coyotes. My parents were being a bit hush-hush about Buster’s disappearance, but I didn’t get the hint. That night, when I was drifting off to sleep, Buster jumped onto my bed. He lay down by my head and let me pet him until I fell asleep. Honestly, I was shocked because he had never done this before.
The next morning, I triumphantly walked downstairs and related to my parents that Buster now loved me because he slept in my bed during the night. My parents looked at me inquisitively and sat me down at the breakfast table to let me know that while they were outside the night before, they had found Buster’s body in the alley behind our house. They thought he had been harassed by a coyote. But, he was dead, so he couldn’t have slept in my bed that night.
To this day, I like to think that Buster just wanted to say goodbye and thank me for trying to love him in the only way a child knew how.” –gutenmorgenbaltimore